Post by damiensalv on May 10, 2008 11:24:55 GMT -5
Damien smirked as she hopped out of his car, over to her lovely convertible; it was really quite nice. He looked at it appreciatively, before his eyes traveled up to the girl inside of it, donning a pair of sunglasses. She also was quite nice. And that could have been interpreted in two different ways. He enjoyed being in her company, certainly, her personality was something enjoyable and it was refreshing to have someone in company that wasn’t unpleasant or dull. But there was also that nagging truth that she was quite beautiful; and if he even tried to think he wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to her, well, he’d be lying to himself. Stop it, Damien. He thought to himself, grimacing, You came here for a fresh start, a new beginning, not to go chase girls. After all, women had always gotten him into trouble. Especially in school. He would often be out with his ‘lady friends’ rather than doing, oh, an important project or homework or something trivial like that. Hence, he didn’t get the best job ever. Of course, it wasn’t all that bad. He could pretty much take off whenever he wanted – well, not all the time, but sometimes – and his hours were somewhat flexible. Just in the evenings. He had a lot of free time and that was fine by him! It gave chances to, say, go to the beach, meet new friends, go on a couple dates, even swing by some girl’s house the same day he met her. Yep, that was how he liked it.
She put her car and gear, pulling fluidly out of the parking lot, and he swung out right behind her, eyes trained on the little black car. His hand moved absently to the radio controls, blasting some heavy thrashing song he didn’t know the name or words of, beating his fingers mindlessly against the steering wheel. As they wound down countless roads toward her house – though the drive couldn’t have taken very long at all – Damien realized, again, that tonight had been the most fun he could remember having in a long while. That he appreciated, and that he silently thanked Callista for.
They pulled up to her impressive house - if you could call it a house, it was more like a mansion (in his opinion, anyway) - into the curving circle driveway. She turned her car off, as did he, and he hopped out nimbly, blinking slightly, before turning to give a somewhat shy - shy, Damien?! - smile towards Callie. "I sort of live with my parents," She said, and, despite himself, Damien laughed. Not because he thought it amusing or ridiculous that she lived with her parents, just the way she said it, like she were reluctant to admit it. For some reason it had struck him as rather adorable. He followed her example, taking off his shoes and placing them by her's, before standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Do you want a change of clothes?" She asked, and he shook his head in reply. "No thanks, but I'll try not to get filth all over your home." He said, rolling up the legs of his pants as he spoke. Smirking, he peered sideways at her. "Nice place you got here," He said, his grin igniting once more.
_______________________________________________________
COMPLETE. (Sorry for the excruciatingly long wait.